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Viking King (The
MacLomain Series: Viking Ancestors, Book 1)
Blurb:
Determined
to take a break from her past, Megan cozies down in her million dollar Winter
Harbor Maine home and focuses less on money and more on dreams. Building boats
was a childhood desire she’s determined to pursue. With a love for Viking
shipwright skills, she constructs a small scale longship. What she doesn’t
anticipate is an unexpected call from the past.
Of
dragon blood, Viking King, Naðr Véurr Sigdir ‘the bold’ knew that the bargain
he struck with the seers would likely lead to an unpredictable outcome. What he
didn’t foresee is a beautiful, headstrong woman from the future washing up on
his shores.
Caught
between twenty-first century America and ninth century Scandinavia, two souls
connect. Both determined and willful, their battle soon becomes not one made of
the eras separating them but all the unexpected moments that drive them closer
together.
Anger.
Need. Distrust. Hope. Never-ending desire. All merge, warring and passionate,
when a modern day woman and a Viking king surge forward together to conquer not
only their enemies but what lies within their hearts.
Excerpt:
Megan
cleared her throat and continued to stare at the man approaching.
To
look away was impossible.
Suddenly,
he stopped. When he did the girls on either arm purred and leaned closer. But
it didn’t much matter. It almost seemed that he caught a scent on the wind
because he leaned his head back slowly, closed his eyes and inhaled.
All
went silent.
Megan
watched, enthralled by the display. How did one man make so many people go
silent in a moment? But somehow she knew deep down inside. A simple man
couldn’t.
But
a king could.
It
felt almost like the shock wave she’d felt eighty feet beneath the Atlantic
once more hit her when his eyes turned her way. Megan dug her hands further
into Guardian’s fur as he untangled from his women and approached. His eyes
flickered to Valan then back to her before he stopped.
Holy mother of any god
listening was he gorgeous.
Skin
darkened by the sun, his face was a masterpiece up close. A little over a foot
taller than her, his lips curved so well they’d make a woman stare forever. His
jaw line was a fraction off from being square and his eyebrows arched slashes.
But none of that compared to his eyes.
They
were his everything.
A
light but bright cobalt blue framed by a bizarre circle of dark blue with
flecks of silver, they were so unusual that it almost seemed a mirror was
behind them. In fact, one nearly got the impression they were looking back at
themselves when they looked into this man’s eyes. Megan was tempted to look
away from his unusual gaze but knew she couldn’t…that she never would. He’d
captained that Viking longship. Desire pounded through her blood so harshly it
took years of dealing with powerful men to keep her body tremble-free and eyes
locked with his. Because there could be no doubt…
He was her Viking
king.
“Naðr
Véurr,” she whispered.
And
she knew she was right.
Of
course he wasn’t fazed by his name on a stranger’s lips. He’d likely dealt with
it before. And unlike most men, he wasn’t put off by her unnatural eye color in
the least. Rather, he seemed to spend an overly long moment holding her gaze,
so much so that she had to work at keeping a neutral face. No easy task
considering the ever increasing burn between her thighs that nearly made her
bite her lower lip. One thing was for sure, she’d never had such a strong
sexual reaction to a man.
He
smelled of sea and storms, of dark nights and even darker pleasures.
Thump. Thump.
Thump.
Heck,
was her heart going to beat out of her chest?
Megan
worked at breathing evenly as though she was diving and never let go of his
gaze. For a split second, she thought he sensed her nervousness. And it seemed
she might be right.
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